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jotnrot · 2 years
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When you’ve made peace with ghosts and regrets, attended to duties and promises unkept, repaired mistakes and mended fences, paid your dues with atonement and repentance Will you rise from the ashes of all dreams forlorn? Or settle with the dust of afterthoughts to scorn our misguided trust that all things sacred, decent and just will be rewarded?
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dothedoer · 5 years
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lexiconjure · 9 years
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dystalgia
n. [mass noun] MEDICINE a condition in which the female distinct from an inside or abnormal movement of the bear is the main constituent of a sexual relationship with the presence of a real symbol or of a larger solution to a sensory nerve.
1950s: from DYS- ‘away, thoroughly’ + Greek galagos ‘worm’.
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jotnrot · 4 years
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after the day John Lennon died The morning after the day John Lennon died, we dolled up for another dull school day. "Imagine" played from every speaker we crossed: the café where we skipped our first class; the ice rink where we spent gym class; the radio of Eva's boyfriend's Monte Carlo (I hate this stupid song, he said turining it off at the first "ooohhoooo"); and at the dîner after school, where we avoided home, huddling around one order of fries with gravy.
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jotnrot · 3 years
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since then
It was a day like this Sun slanted and stunted of the warmth it precociously declared I wandered posthumously blinded, numbed by the pretence of levity and relief, as though we’d sown seeds when all we’d done was bury our stillborn intentions To carry on, haunted
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jotnrot · 3 years
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You kissed me in the cold, or maybe it wasn’t that cold, or maybe we had stood outside too long that spring night, but it was night, and we were under the street lamp. And the kiss did pre-empt dawn. And I said nothing. As I said nothing everytime after. Because I saw everything and couldn’t tell which or what was, only all that could be, and it all jostled funneling to my gut where…
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